Maggie's Farm - Sex Stories

Maggie's Farm

... grinned. I took another hit, passed it to her and coughed again. “Nothing like fucking when you’re stoned,” she said, after inhaling and holding the smoke in, then releasing a little. I was stunned by the bluntness of her language and how in control of the situation she was. I managed to get a few good hits without coughing. It didn’t take long, but I was definitely stoned. My whole body was relaxing except for the throbbing in my jeans. I looked around the barn, and again remembered how I’d once thought about having a farm, growing my own food, getting out of the system. I was aware that there had to be a better way of living and realized that’s probably the way Maggie ended up here with her husband and their friends, and here I was in a funky old barn in the middle of nowhere with a sexy, horny woman and my mind spinning from the joint I’d just smoked. Maggie found a blanket and covered a few bales of hay with it. I looked at her ass as she bent over and felt myself getting harder and bigger. Maggie sat down on one of the bales. “ So what were you saying about wet and juicy?” She smiled and took another hit, then handed me the joint and leaned back on her arms, her legs spread wide apart, her tight cutoffs pressing against her crotch. “Getting high gets me so horny.” I’d never heard a woman say so bluntly what she wanted and wondered if this was real, or if I had entered an erotic fantasy. She reached for me, pulling me closer, and put her hand on the back of my head and ...

... we kissed, gently at first, then harder, her tongue opening my mouth, and suddenly, our kissing grew fierce with passion. She lay on her back, spreading her legs and pulled me on top of her and we began grinding against each other, kissing madly, our lust growing. Then she pushed me up and off of her, unbuttoned her tight cutoffs and squirmed out of them. I quickly stood up and saw the thick curly reddish hair between her legs, then looked into her stoned, hungry eyes and took off my jeans. She saw I wasn’t wearing underwear either, smiled seductively and looked at my hard cock sticking straight out as she leaned back, spreading her legs again. “Come on, Thom, if you want something wet and juicy.” I could not believe how she was speaking to me, but got down on my knees between her legs, moved closer and felt an energy surge through me. “That’s it, spread your legs for me,” I said, surprised to hear myself talk like that, but I was stoned, my mind and body swirling with lust. “ Come on, Thom, eat me,” she said, drawing me to her with her hungry eyes. Her dirty talking got me even hotter. I was losing control and didn’t care where my adventure was taking me. I wanted to let go of all inhibitions. On my knees, my hands on her soft smooth thighs, I lifted her legs over my shoulders, the musky aroma of her wetness drawing my mouth to her. I started licking her, lapping up her juices, while she moaned and arched her back and pushed herself against my tongue. “Harder. Come on, eat ...